Track Insight / Lyrics
Sun bleeds gold on water glass
Every corner, shadows pass
A slow rewind, a faded hue
These canals remember me and you.
You traced your name on weathered wood,
A camera flash, misunderstood.
The bus pulls off, a distant drone,
Another town to call our own.
Canal ghosts are calling out,
Whispered secrets all about.
Brick by brick, the stories flow,
Where the sun dips low, and we used to go.
Palm trees sway, a hazy dream,
Reflections ripple, a silver gleam.
Each house a postcard, pastel bright,
Lost in the Florida fading light.
Canal ghosts are calling out,
Whispered secrets all about.
Brick by brick, the stories flow,
Where the sun dips low, and we used to go.
Salt air stings and bites your face,
A stolen moment, time and space.
We skipped the stones, a silent plea,
For endless summers, you and me.
Canal ghosts are calling out,
Whispered secrets all about.
Brick by brick, the stories flow,
Where the sun dips low, and we used to go.
The water sighs, a mournful sound,
Empty swing sets spin around.
They built it up, they paved it new,
But the echoes linger, haunting through.
A phantom touch, a whispered name,
Nothing ever feels the same.
Red hibiscus blooms so free,
A fragile beauty for you and me.
We carved our hearts into the pine,
A broken promise, intertwined.
Canal ghosts are calling out,
Whispered secrets all about.
Brick by brick, the stories flow,
Where the sun dips low, and we used to go.
Sun bleeds gold, then slips away,
Canal ghosts remain today.
Water whispers, soft and slow,
Let the memories overflow.
Canal ghosts... canal ghosts...
Fading slow.
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